It was one thing to have Akane Tendo, the girl who was arguably the school's idol, looking well pleasured and happy before one's own eyes. To have her in that state due to one's own efforts made it even more enjoyable. And the fact that she didn't seem about to even stop anyone from looking, never mind being willing to go for another around, was certainly welcome.
However, to have her say something like she just had was something of a shock.
"What do you mean?" Hiroshi muttered, looking confused at her, "'Masters'?"
Akane cocked her head to the side, apparently unable to see where the problem was. "I just called you by what you are. My Masters."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't understand that?"
"Pretty much."
"It's not like we don't understand the word, but the thing is that it just came out of nowhere. And there's so many things that it could mean," Daisuke put in.
"Ohh. Well, there is only one way that it can be taken, at least between us," she told them.
"And that is...."
"I belong to you two, absolutely and completely. Whatever you want me for, I'm yours. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
"You're not serious."
"No, I really am," the martial artist responded, and blushed just a bit. "I don't know it happened, but it just seemed to flick a switch on in me. Maybe it's something that I've wanted. Perhaps it was how talented and capable you were just now. I don't know. But no matter what, I'm basically your property now. Your slave."
The male pair glanced at each other before the lighter haired one raised his brows. "Then if I asked you kiss me, would you?"
"You can just tell me to. Is that what you want?"
"Well, yeah...."
With the grace that years of training had given her, Akane moved smoothly over to Hiroshi, her face quickly approaching his. Her strong arms moved around him, with her pert breasts squashed against his chest, a position that he found really enjoyable, even in his shocked state. As her soft lips pressed against his, her eyes closed, and she seemed to be enjoying it in a way that his wide stare wasn't letting him... until he the sensations started to settle in. Then he could only feel good about it, and relaxed into the kiss to the point where his mouth opened of its own accord. He'd long wondered what it would be like to have such a kiss with a girl, and even though his actions surprised her, she responded in kind. As her own mouth opened, she let her tongue tangle with his, abandoning any sign of prudishiness that might have lingered.
When they stepped back and looked at each other, they were both panting, but it was her who spoke first. "Was that good enough, Master?"
"Yeah," Hiroshi grunted. "Pretty much."
"You're telling me," Daisuke muttered.
"It was good?"
"What do you think? It was hot."
"Then what's the problem?"
The darker haired boy snorted. "Other than the fact that it's got me all bothered when I'd already been... ready before?"
"You're uncomfortable, Master?" Akane asked.
"Yup. And I'd just like to know what you can do to help me with this tightness in my pants."
Not pretending to misunderstand, the lithe girl let go of the other boy, and turned to look over Daisuke, paying extra mind to the bulge at his crotch. Realizing that she'd caused it was a special thrill, but she also knew that he would need for relief. Well, that was one of the reasons that she was there for, and so she led him to a seat off to the side of an isolated reading area. Once he was in the chair, she unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his pants and boxers to let his shaft spring upwards.
For a long moment, her attention was captivated by the sight, and she lightly touched it, realizing that this was what she would be used for. Long past any idea of being bothered by that fact, she squeezed the rod, knowing that she could quite simply give him a hand job. But she soon realized that she was to do more to show them how fully she was available to them.
This made it so that Daisuke got the sight of her reaching under her skirt to pull her panties down, and off of her long legs. Dropping the garment onto the floor, she bunched up her skirt so that she could line up her pussy right with his rod. Without any hesitation, she sank herself onto it, sliding him as deeply into her as she could manage. He got to feel not only her bare buttocks on his thighs, but the wondrous feeling of her tight warmth wrapped around his manhood. Then she started to pump herself up and down upon him, sliding her arms around him, not only for balance, but also in a loose embrace.
Truthfully, this was not how Akane had planned on losing her virginity, but then there was no helping it. She might have once had dreams of being a bride in a romantic suite on her honeymoon, but this was where she belonged. Her only fantasies were of being used by these two boys, and so she was going to let that be. Everything that she had was to go to them, and if it was what was usually something very important to a girl, then so be it.
Having trained in the Art had helped her ignore that momentary twinge of pain anyway, and she found that she was really enjoying herself as it was. With her Master's cock inside of her, she felt simply wonderful, and wanted to go fully into enjoying the sex. Yet, no matter how much she wanted to bounce, or enjoyed the sound of her flesh slapping against her Master's, there was a limit to what even she could take, never mind the chair or him.
And when she felt him spray into her, just after her own stiffled moans broke into a strangled cry as her orgasm squeezed around him, she sagged against him, letting herself fully lean against him, her blouse still undone, and his shaft still solidly in her cunt.
Reaching up to stroke her back, Daisuke looked at her with a gaze of wonder. "You really do belong to us, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Master," she answered, her voice a little breathless.
"Hmmmm. Well, I think that we'll keep you."
"I hope that you will...."
"Man, oh man," Hiroshi murmured, and shook his head. "I can't believe this. We've got our own girl."
"'Slavegirl'."
"Going to have to get used to this, I guess. There's just one thing...."
She sent a questioning look towards the lighter haired boy. "What?"
"Are you going to be so... quick?"
"I don't understand...."
"Well, you've jumped into it. Just look at this," Hiroshi told her, and picked up her panties from the floor.
"What about it?"
"What? Can I just keep it?"
"If that's what you want."
"You're saying that I can keep your panties."
"They belong to you, if you think about it. They're supposed to be mine, and I belong to you," Akane admitted. "So, you can take them just by grabbing them."
"Really. And if I wanted ones that you happen to be wearing?"
"I could take them off for you. Or you could take them off me."
"All of them?"
"Well, I could grab the panties in the drawer to bring to you when you tell me to."
"When I.... Oh man, she really does belong to us," Hiroshi muttered.
Daisuke fingered her hair and smiled. "That's what I just said, man."
Looking at each other, a moment of silent communication passed between the boys, and they laughed in pleasure and relief.
Just happy to belong, Akane smiled herself and snuggled into her dark haired Master's chest, while:
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